I was told love was pure. Love was kisses on the cheek, hugs from behind when you didn’t expect them. Love was not locking the door, just… Read more “Too Often It Was Pain”
Your lies are ugly, worn-out, pieces of paper I use to sort out my clustered head. Would you tell me one more?
Would it make a difference?
What if we didn’t love the wrong people during the holidays? What if we let people in, instead of shutting them out? What if we realized how… Read more “Would it make a difference?”